07-10-2016, 08:36 AM
Their travel back through the forest had been much lovelier now that the vampire’s basic needs had been met and the urgency of survival had passed over. With a day under their belt the insurmountable terror of the island had lost of some of its edge, although both the vampire and the fighter knew it would be folly to believe that they were safe. But they did take this time to look farther into the future for longer term goals. If they’re to get off this island, if that was a possibility, they would have to search for some kind of transport. If they could get a message back to the origin then there was the possibility that whatever had marooned them here would do the same to their rescue and only cause further complications and misery. The outcome itself would be just as harrowing if they failed, perhaps left in the middle of a endless ocean and left delirious and wishing for the quicker death of the island.
Although it wasn’t mentioned, both Remilia and Gin came to that same conclusion and shuffled that thought for when they had regrouped with everyone back at the beach.
“I’m not seeing a town” Gin commented as he tried to ignore the existential horror. It was true, the canopy of the forest lacked the characteristic blocky skyline that any sign of modern civilization would have whenever they could peak through the thick foliage. There was already the question of if they should trust a scribbled of a psychopath, and they knew that the island played fast and loose with geography.
“It’ll be there” Remilia’s confidence and charisma pushed out as always, giving the redhead at least some small comfort. At least she optimistic.
And sure enough, as a few bushes we pushed from their path, the tall grass gave into road and building built thick far across the clearing. It wasn’t there a second ago, but it was where the map said it would be and that raised their spirits as things now started to seem like sense. There was a method to his madness and that meant progress could be made.
Or so they hoped.
The first building that stood out to them was a hotel that sat at the corner of the widest road in sight, meant for weary travelers but now left to the weeds. It was one of those chain hotels, nice enough to look at it with the sun shined off it’s many windows checkered across the front. But once inside you’d find your room not meant to live in but rather to hold the things you didn’t want to carry. The liquor store across the street from it in particular gave a good picture of what kind of patrons it expected.
Since its existence meant it expected travelers to come here, an unlikely prospect on this island, it meant that this town like the carnival before them had been abducted as well. Unless it was here to fulfill some greater illusion that even the scarlet devil could not fathom the scheme it was a part of, there had to be some treasure inside. There was little hope for anything to entertain Remilia (the pool in particular, and there’s always a pool, would probably be more a man made pond at this point), but she was sure there would at least be something to find for food and if nothing else a perfectly good roof to scan the surrounding from.
However, as the duo stood anxiously in front of the shattered glass double door at the front of this abandoned inn, the prospect of who, or what, might still lurk inside kept them rooted on the cracked concrete path. It had been bad enough back at the open street of the circus, inside the cramped hallways and many rooms of this building was a tactically horrifying thought. Gin was used to such close fighting in his life before the Omniverse, but that only meant that he knew more than most on this island what kind of nightmare that was. Remilia was just simply weak, her ability to summon new spell cards lost with her flight.
“We need a plan” Gin was the one to step forward this time, and Remi nodded “We’ll head straight for the pantry. I’ll take point, and you keep watch” He psyched himself up, as if it was another mission, but the doubt ate a little at him (as well as his emptying stomach). “I’m not sure how much food would be left, though” Time had not been kind to this part of town, floral and fauna had spread its influence far enough in to give the area that extra look of abandonment.
“Rice!” Remilia answered, a look of beaming pride fell on her face with a knowing finger in the air. “It keeps forever as long as it’s in a cool and dry area” That was at least something she remembered from Sakuya’s talk of her maid duties. Certainly she wished her head maid had been here, her knowledge of cooking as well as killing would had made her a valuable asset.
“On a tropical island?” Gin asked innocently enough, but Remi’s mood still soured as that bit of information crossed over with her point, a pout replaced the smile she had and everything drooped a little (yes, even her umbrella). “Well, it’s still worth a look” and the two walked in.
The lobby had been torn to shreds, all matter of scavengers had plundered anything of value from where the sunbeams that shined in the skylight would allow. What wasn’t either taken or torn apart had been worn down by rain and wind, muddied and dulled. The hallways looked better, but for the same reason that the two hadn’t charged in earlier: who would want to risk going into the unknown?
Well, can’t be cowards now. Gin and Remilia moved into formation and crept through the ill lit hallways.
Although it wasn’t mentioned, both Remilia and Gin came to that same conclusion and shuffled that thought for when they had regrouped with everyone back at the beach.
“I’m not seeing a town” Gin commented as he tried to ignore the existential horror. It was true, the canopy of the forest lacked the characteristic blocky skyline that any sign of modern civilization would have whenever they could peak through the thick foliage. There was already the question of if they should trust a scribbled of a psychopath, and they knew that the island played fast and loose with geography.
“It’ll be there” Remilia’s confidence and charisma pushed out as always, giving the redhead at least some small comfort. At least she optimistic.
And sure enough, as a few bushes we pushed from their path, the tall grass gave into road and building built thick far across the clearing. It wasn’t there a second ago, but it was where the map said it would be and that raised their spirits as things now started to seem like sense. There was a method to his madness and that meant progress could be made.
Or so they hoped.
The first building that stood out to them was a hotel that sat at the corner of the widest road in sight, meant for weary travelers but now left to the weeds. It was one of those chain hotels, nice enough to look at it with the sun shined off it’s many windows checkered across the front. But once inside you’d find your room not meant to live in but rather to hold the things you didn’t want to carry. The liquor store across the street from it in particular gave a good picture of what kind of patrons it expected.
Since its existence meant it expected travelers to come here, an unlikely prospect on this island, it meant that this town like the carnival before them had been abducted as well. Unless it was here to fulfill some greater illusion that even the scarlet devil could not fathom the scheme it was a part of, there had to be some treasure inside. There was little hope for anything to entertain Remilia (the pool in particular, and there’s always a pool, would probably be more a man made pond at this point), but she was sure there would at least be something to find for food and if nothing else a perfectly good roof to scan the surrounding from.
However, as the duo stood anxiously in front of the shattered glass double door at the front of this abandoned inn, the prospect of who, or what, might still lurk inside kept them rooted on the cracked concrete path. It had been bad enough back at the open street of the circus, inside the cramped hallways and many rooms of this building was a tactically horrifying thought. Gin was used to such close fighting in his life before the Omniverse, but that only meant that he knew more than most on this island what kind of nightmare that was. Remilia was just simply weak, her ability to summon new spell cards lost with her flight.
“We need a plan” Gin was the one to step forward this time, and Remi nodded “We’ll head straight for the pantry. I’ll take point, and you keep watch” He psyched himself up, as if it was another mission, but the doubt ate a little at him (as well as his emptying stomach). “I’m not sure how much food would be left, though” Time had not been kind to this part of town, floral and fauna had spread its influence far enough in to give the area that extra look of abandonment.
“Rice!” Remilia answered, a look of beaming pride fell on her face with a knowing finger in the air. “It keeps forever as long as it’s in a cool and dry area” That was at least something she remembered from Sakuya’s talk of her maid duties. Certainly she wished her head maid had been here, her knowledge of cooking as well as killing would had made her a valuable asset.
“On a tropical island?” Gin asked innocently enough, but Remi’s mood still soured as that bit of information crossed over with her point, a pout replaced the smile she had and everything drooped a little (yes, even her umbrella). “Well, it’s still worth a look” and the two walked in.
The lobby had been torn to shreds, all matter of scavengers had plundered anything of value from where the sunbeams that shined in the skylight would allow. What wasn’t either taken or torn apart had been worn down by rain and wind, muddied and dulled. The hallways looked better, but for the same reason that the two hadn’t charged in earlier: who would want to risk going into the unknown?
Well, can’t be cowards now. Gin and Remilia moved into formation and crept through the ill lit hallways.
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